.
Again,
she reached for the eraser and
removed a name,
for the
second time this year.
Again,
She had trusted incorrectly and
although the scene was familiar
the punchline hurt the same.
Sorry,
was a verb she was learning to hate,
regardless of the timing or the percent of sincerity
attached.
Again,
she knew that eventually she would try once more,
hoping that the next would become permanent, or at least
last long enough for
the dust to settle